 When we arrived there, we already saw at the gate there were about two stories of corpses. They kept dying all day. Many of them just gave up, laid down, and died. I mean, if you don't have hope, you know, you've been there two, three months, the same. You get weaker and weaker and weaker, and so I suffered. You lay down, and you die. Or what you do, you jump on the fence, and you die that way.